Poetic-Verses
cereal for dinner~~
~~screaming at the baby..
I haven't slept in weeks..
and so I bring you to your knees..
"Honey, I'm home..where's the meatloaf..?"
and so the party faded, before it even got started..
I was so much, looking forward to our game of cards..
now all I have is your c@$k in my mouth..
and a river of sp#$m in my valley..
~~I like to trip you up and show you the other side of the mirror..
before the snow on the roof melts the sunshine I see everyday in your heart..
it's cute and cuddly..like barb wire running on a current of electricity..
after the radiation turned all our troubles, into the next tourist attraction..
and fame and fortune is to be avoided, unless you're some kind of abomination..
cereal for dinner, so surreal, I'm so tied up in litigation..
master#@tion takes hold of me, in certain salutations..
but, yet..vanity is just another plaything..like so many stains
that refuse to come out, no matter how hard you may clean them..
Ramen noodles for thanksgiving..and draydels for the jews..
flying carpets for the muslims..and a smile, from me to you..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 28, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
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I haven't slept in weeks..
and so I bring you to your knees..
"Honey, I'm home..where's the meatloaf..?"
and so the party faded, before it even got started..
I was so much, looking forward to our game of cards..
now all I have is your c@$k in my mouth..
and a river of sp#$m in my valley..
~~I like to trip you up and show you the other side of the mirror..
before the snow on the roof melts the sunshine I see everyday in your heart..
it's cute and cuddly..like barb wire running on a current of electricity..
after the radiation turned all our troubles, into the next tourist attraction..
and fame and fortune is to be avoided, unless you're some kind of abomination..
cereal for dinner, so surreal, I'm so tied up in litigation..
master#@tion takes hold of me, in certain salutations..
but, yet..vanity is just another plaything..like so many stains
that refuse to come out, no matter how hard you may clean them..
Ramen noodles for thanksgiving..and draydels for the jews..
flying carpets for the muslims..and a smile, from me to you..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 28, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
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cereal for dinner~~
cereal for dinner~~
